What is Art?

What is Art?
can we really say what it is? can we really use language to define it? Can we come to some agreement about a definition or are we forced to admit that it's far too intangible to speak about? Where is true beauty but beyond the means of speech and logical form?
Where is that sense of accomplishment when we appreciate a great piece?
Where does our mind find it's sense when it's wrapped up in intangible images and flitting like butterflies on the tips of senselessness?
Can we talk about art at all?
Do we need to?
What part of the mind is at work when we appreciate something for it's undeniable beauty?
What part of existence are we appreciating in those time?
certainly it's no where near the same parts as when we calculate Riemann sums, or construct a mighty proof tree, or look out to the world and recognize that Fibonacci was right.
So what are we doing when we create?
What are we doing when we appreciate?
We're certainly not in a state of mind that allows for conscious consideration (that only produces shitty art).
We're certainly not in a state of mind that we can even call rational, unless we stretch it and force ourselves to label every conscious movement as rational.
So where are we?
We're in a space of expansion. We're free of those limiting thoughts of logic and language, free of the concept of time, sense, work, right, and wrong.
We come to a place where our liberty, our ability, our place of pure creation is paramount.
We come to realize our own deepest sense of what's truly going on around us.
"We aren't separate", we say.
"we're all conjoined in this ambient fluid of mush and light. All we have to do is stop putting the brakes on, abandon for a moment our constraints and give ourselves over to pure being, pure love."
Emotion is the first step, shifting from thought to consciousness is the second, recognition is the third.
The entire universe is made from three.
Above all else be free of the constraints of thinking and all it's implications.
Thinking implies limits.
Just be aware.
Health and happiness come rushing forward when we do this. They comfort us in our deepest sense. We come to realize that nature is our mother, the universe is our play ground, we are one with them, we come to them easily. The only thing that stands in our way is that which keeps us tied to our own ego.
We're geared to survive. Ego allows to live when we're learning about life.
It allows us to garner some sense of what might kill us, what might keep us safe.
We look around and value things, quanify and qualify, analyze and combine.
We like this when we're young, it tells us when to run, when to bask, and when to feel like the world is not a safe place.
But we forget that we don't need this. We are powerful creators, we can change reality with our thoughts and directed emotion.
We can feel safe while falling off a cliff or while feeling a bullet pierce into our hearts.
We don't need to analyze and combine.
We can live in the present moment, free of thought altogether, just basking in the infinite glow of love and radiance.
This is our birthright. The only thing that keeps us from living in perfect peace is not wanting to let go of that mechanical safety mechanism.
We cling to it until we see that everything is as it should be, life is in perfect balance, whatever we do, whatever happens, is exactly as it should be.
Art is a way to feel that, a way to express it to others who feel it, a way to develop it in ourselves, but is entirely obscured to someone who is still trapped in their own sense of right and wrong, safe and unsafe, life and death.
Free yourself from your own fetters and just rest in this moment for a bit.
Calm down and just see what you're seeing right now. Hear what you're hearing right now. But don't judge or label it. Just be for a moment. Remove those thoughts you're having, remove those judgments and past experiences. Remove those expectations and definitions. Just be in a state of pure experience.
Thats art.